r the formal restrictions and conventionalities of
society--civilization would become irksome to you, and in a little
while you would long for the freedom of your old life--a life to which
I am as totally unfitted as you to mine."

"I think I understand you," he replied quietly. "I shall not urge you,
for I would rather see you happy than to be happy myself. I see now
that you could not be happy with--an ape."

There was just the faintest tinge of bitterness in his voice.

"Don't," she remonstrated. "Don't say that. You do not understand."

But before she could go on a sudden turn in the road brought them into
the midst of a little hamlet.

Before them stood Clayton's car surrounded by the party he had brought
from the cottage.

Chapter XXVIII

Conclusion

At the sight of Jane, cries of relief and delight broke from every lip,
and as Tarzan's car stopped beside the other, Professor Porter caught
his daughter in his arms.

For a moment no one noticed Tarzan, sitting silently in his seat.

Clayton was the first to remember, and, turning, held out his hand.

"How can we ever thank you?" he exclaimed. "You have saved us all.
You called me by name at the cottage, but I do not seem to recall
yours, though there is something very familiar about you. It is as
though I had known you well under very different conditions a long time
ago."

Tarzan smiled as he took the proffered hand.

"You are quite right, Monsieur Clayton," he said, in French. "You will
pardon me if I do not speak to you in English. I am just learning it,
and while I understand it fairly well I speak it very poorly."

"But who are you?" insisted Clayton, speaking in French this time
himself.

"Tarzan of the Apes."

Clayton started back in surprise.

"By Jove!" he exclaimed. "It is true."

And Professor Porter and Mr. Philander pressed forward to add their
thanks to Clayton's, and to voice their surprise and pleasure at seeing
their jungle friend so far from his savage home.

The party now entered the modest little hostelry, where Clayton soon
made arrangements for their entertainment.

They were sitting in the little, stuffy parlor when the distant
chugging of an approaching automobile caught their attention.

Mr. Philander, who was sitting near the window, looked out as the car
drew in sight, finally stopping beside the other automobiles.

"Bless me!" said Mr. Philander, a shade of annoyance in his tone. "It
is Mr.